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 1 V      |        in the expression of my countenance; for he laid hold of my
 2 VII    |        room. I thought my pale countenance and my red and sleepless
 3 XXIII  | without moving a muscle of his countenance.~The preparations for our
 4 XXIX   |      that there was joy in his countenance.~“God dag,“ said he.~“How
 5 XXXIV  |        fixed upon a point. His countenance exhibits no surprise, but
 6 XXXV   |      flat across his immovable countenance, makes him a strange figure;
 7 XXXVII |     seen the man so put out of countenance and so disturbed. The fatigues
 8 XXXVIII|       illustrated in the negro countenance and in the lowest savages.~
 9 XLI    |        up the calm and unmoved countenance of Hans. The skilful huntsman
10 XLIV   |  natural emotion, at least his countenance expanded in a manner very